Want to learn? I'll teach you?
Hearing this, Roland smiled, nodded, and said, "Of course."
How valuable was a complete World Tree flower? Gold coins could be used as a measure, but under normal circumstances, no one would sell it casually.
"I invented Greater Benediction, and I know its weakness." Mordenkainen stood up and waved at his granddaughter, and Lamia immediately stepped forward to help him. The old man smiled at Roland. "Let's talk as we walk."
An old man had to move after sitting for a long time, or his blood flow would easily be blocked.
The World Tree flower was placed on the table, and neither Mordenkainen nor Lamia looked at it more than a few more times.
It wasn't that they didn't care, but that in this manor, no one could steal anything out.
Going downstairs, the three of them walked slowly along the bluestone path. The grandfather and granddaughter were used to the scenery in the manor, but Roland still found it a little strange.
As they walked, they looked at their surroundings.
Mordenkainen suddenly said, "To fight against Greater Benediction, you first have to be strong enough. Your mental power has to be at least Master-level or above for that to be possible. "
Roland nodded.
He understood this. After all, strength was the foundation of everything, and mental power was the foundation of a Mage.
"Then you have to learn at least three divination spells of level three or above," Mordenkainen continued. Mordenkainen continued, "This way, you can feel the threads of karma, or rather, the threads of fate, entwining you."
At this moment, Mordenkainen moved his fingers, as if picking something.
"You can't see it now, and you can't feel it." Mordenkainen smiled. "But now the threads of fate of Greater Benediction are on me, it's just that my strength has regressed a lot, and I can't see who it's connected to."
A small bug flew down in front of the path they were walking on, and Mordenkainen saw it, and waited for the bug to crawl off the road before Mordenkainen slowly continued forward.
"When you can see the threads of fate, you'll be qualified to cut it," Mordenkainen said with a sigh. "However, different threads of fate also have their shortcomings. For example, the threads of fate produced by Greater Benediction are the easiest to cut as long as they can be seen. Using mental power as a knife, everything is cut. But if it's an established thread of fate … it's not easy to cut. "
"What do you mean?"
"The moment a person is born, the Goddess of Fate has arranged the path of death for them. The only thing a person can decide is how they want to live before they die." Mordenkainen chuckled. "But powerful people can cut this thread and take their fate into their own hands. In order to reach this level, one must at least reach the 'Saint' level. "
Saint-level … Roland guessed that it meant Legendary level.
As he spoke, Mordenkainen pointed to a stone chair under a tree in the distance and said, "I'm a little tired, let's go sit there."
The three of them sat down again. The sunlight shone through the canopy of the tree and fell on the three of them.
Mordenkainen continued, "When I was young, I cut the threads of fate and had a conflict with the Goddess of Fate, and that bitch was seriously injured by me at least three times … Now that she's reincarnated, she won't be able to come to the main plane for a hundred or two hundred years. Of course, I wasn't in a good situation either. My mental power had been messed up by her. But it doesn't matter, my life is already very complete, and now you've sent me a flower from the World Tree. "
Roland felt as if he were back in his childhood, sitting on the sidelines and listening to the adults in his neighborhood brag.
Saying how awesome he was, slashing from the east to the west of the city, electric sparks all the way.
Pressured by the other party's powerful aura, he couldn't believe it, but he didn't dare not believe it.
And now, he felt the same way.
Roland felt that he should believe Mordenkainen rubbing the Goddess of Fate against the ground, but he didn't quite dare to believe it.
"If I have any regrets, it's the elven World Tree." Mordenkainen revealed a nostalgic look. "When I was three hundred years old, I went to the elves and met her once … and talked to her about magic theory. She was really beautiful, and I even courted her, but she didn't like me and said I wasn't wild enough. "
Roland froze. "The World Tree likes orcs?"
"No." Mordenkainen's expression was rather glum. "She said that the man she wanted had to be able to last at least ten hours, and he had to be handsome, and he had to be able to take care of her elven children."
Roland opened his mouth in surprise.
Lamia's face was a little red.
Talking to a big shot was different, and Roland always felt as if he had heard a lot of rather remarkable information.
"I also have to pay you for the World Tree's flowers. On the third floor, there are magic notes I wrote down when I was young, and you can read them all. " Mordenkainen smiled and said, "And I will also teach you magic sword making techniques, as well as automatic item repair techniques. But you only have ten days to learn. Because in ten days, this space will disappear, and you and I will both return to our own rivers of time, and it will be difficult for us to meet again in this life. "
"I see." Roland thought for a moment and said, "Also, I want something else, some Water of Light. Can you put in a good word for me, Old Man? I can buy it with money."
"That's easy." Mordenkainen looked at Lamia. "Later, go to the Tower of Light and get a pot of Water of Light for him."
Lamia nodded.
Roland then said goodbye to Mordenkainen for the time being. He returned to the hotel, waited for all his F6 friends to return, and told them about Mordenkainen.
Li Lin threw up his hands helplessly. "In other words, this quest doesn't require fighting at all, right? Next, we just need to live for ten days? That's so boring, I thought there would be a hearty epic battle. "
Brazil chuckled and said, "Isn't that good? You can get a lot of experience without much effort. "
"It's good, but it feels a little off." Li Lin stood up. "For the next ten days, everyone is free to do whatever they like!"
With that said, Li Lin was about to walk outside.
Roland smiled and said, "Be careful, don't get sick."
Li Lin turned around and gave Roland the middle finger.
Then the others chatted for a while and dispersed, all finding things they were interested in to do.
Roland came to Mordenkainen's manor, learning magic sword making techniques from Mordenkainen during the day, and at night in Mordenkainen's study, flipping through the former's notes.
At the same time, he took pictures with the camera function.
It had to be said that the Golden Sons' characteristic of not needing to rest was too powerful, and one day was equivalent to two days.
And there was no such thing as learning fatigue.
Mordenkainen taught very seriously, and Roland learned even more seriously.
Although Mordenkainen's era was nearly two thousand years ago, many of the magic theories were quite crude and not as refined as they were two thousand years later. But Mordenkainen's personal understanding of magic was unmatched by the vast majority of people.
Except for Mystra.
It was just that the Goddess of Magic … This was not someone Roland could come into contact with right now.
Roland had thought that the next ten days would be a fairly peaceful, happy time for learning.
But an accident still happened.
It wasn't an accident in this dungeon space, but something major happened in the game world.
On the sixth day of entering the dungeon, after the game was temporarily suspended on that day, Roland opened the forum as usual.
Because it was not possible to connect to the forum in the dungeon, when Roland saw this message, things were already in progress.
The cause of the incident was the United Progress organization next to the city of Sisilia, which felt that its strength had reached a certain stage, and began an "uprising."
At this time, the United Progress organization had more than a thousand player professions and more than fifty thousand local natives.
The more than fifty thousand local natives who accepted their theories and ideas built a powerful army and directly took down the city of Sisilia, an important city in the northwest of Hollevin.
And in this city with a population of more than a million, they continued to preach their ideas.
After that, more people joined them. After all, they represented more advanced ideas and systems.
It was very attractive.
However … just yesterday, the popes of all the churches received an oracle.
"Annihilate the God-Rebels."
All the lawful churches took action and formed a terrifying coalition of religions, setting off for the city of Sisilia in a mighty procession.
Moreover, in addition to the players who stayed in the dungeon like Roland, almost all the other players received the quest.
Do you want to help the gods annihilate the God-Rebels?
Many players picked up this quest, and many players began to rush to the city of Sisilia. They wanted to help the United Progress organization resist this terrible war.
At this time, the people on the forum were divided into three factions.
The god-protectors, the rebels, and the neutrals.
After getting a general understanding of the situation, Roland slammed the keyboard hard.
His hand was red and swollen, but he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he said helplessly, "Too hasty … The average level of the players isn't high enough. If one-tenth of them are Legends, the uprising can still succeed. Now … wait to be annihilated. "
He sighed and stared at the forum blankly.
Not long after, Schuck's call came.
"Come over and talk."
Then Schuck hung up the phone.
Roland rode a public bike to the cold drink bar.
Schuck didn't invite anyone else, so Roland came alone.
Pouring a cup of watermelon juice for Roland, Schuck said, "You should have seen what happened on the forum."
"I did." Roland thought for a moment. "You're a Saint Samurai, which means that you have to attack those people too?"
Schuck waved his hand. "Although there was such an order, I refused. It's just … "
"It's just what?"
"The order was given by the Goddess of Light herself, and only she is qualified to order us. She sounded a little disappointed after I refused. " Schuck said rather gloomily, "The goddess is very kind to us Saint Samurai, so I felt bad for refusing her order. But what the United Progress organization is doing is right. Who dares to say that it's wrong to liberate the slaves, liberate the productive forces, eliminate class barriers, and build a better society? So, I'm very confused and don't know what to do. "
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you stay in the game for a while? You can enter the game again in ten days or half a month? "
Schuck heaved a sigh. "That's the only way that's not a way."
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